Chapter 73:
“Your daughter is an adult! Stop always talking about your daughter. I think you’re just trying to reconcile with Ryan. How shameful!” Connie accused my mother.
This was the last straw. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I rushed forward and positioned myself between them, shielding my mother with my body.
Bella’s POV:
“You were the homewrecker who ruined our family. Now you still have the nerve to talk about my mother. I think you’re the most shameless person!” I shouted.
“Bella, how can you talk to your aunt like that?” Ryan scolded me, sneering.
“You’re no longer my father. What kind of aunt is she? Don’t make me sick. I have nothing to do with you two shameless people!” I snapped.
“You… you want to piss me off, don’t you?” Ryan covered his chest with his left hand, pretending to be in pain.
My mother stepped in, trying to calm the situation.
“Bella, don’t talk anymore. Don’t make your father sick!”
At that moment, my mother was still protecting him! I couldn’t believe it. My mother was confused, but I wasn’t. I was determined to vent my anger today.
“As I said, he is not my father. My father died 15 years ago. He’s dead!” I shouted.
I could feel the intensity of the moment. At that point, Connie supported Ryan and spoke in a hypocritical tone, “Ryan, don’t be angry. It’s not worth getting upset over this daughter. Let me teach her a lesson!”
Then, Connie turned to me and mocked, “Bella, don’t call me the homewrecker every day. I don’t think you’re so innocent either. I heard you’re pregnant. Where’s your husband? Why hasn’t he married you? Does the man you’re with also have a wife?”
“Don’t talk nonsense!” I shot back.
“I’m already married, but I haven’t had a wedding yet. I won’t be as shameless as some people, destroying other people’s families as a mistress.”
Before I could catch my breath, Emma stepped forward, sneering.
“You’re married? Who are you marrying? Where is he? Today is my cousin’s wedding. Your husband should have come to show up, right? But there’s no one here. Are you being kept by a sugar daddy? Or have you become the old man’s lover?”
“Who do you think is the sugar daddy? Tell me clearly!” I shouted, stepping forward to argue.
With Ryan and Connie supporting her, Emma grew even more arrogant.
“I’m just talking about you. What do you think? You’re a mistress! Maybe you’re a prostitute, a prostitute! Or maybe you don’t even know who the father of your child is because there are too many guests here?”
The more Emma spoke, the more she crossed the line. The flames of anger made me feel impulsive. Without thinking, I raised my palm and slapped her.
Emma immediately covered her face and glared at me with fury.
“Bella, how dare you hit me? You’re courting death!”
Connie, seeing her daughter hurt, roared, “How dare you hit my daughter? I think you’re courting death!”
I quickly placed my hands on my belly when I saw both Connie and Emma rushing toward me. My heart raced, and I thought to myself, I’m doomed. I’ll definitely be beaten today.
My mother could only panic, helpless and unable to do anything.
